Echoes of Poetry
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To me poetry is the echoes of a dark cave.
You stand in the dark and tell it all your secrets
Some words double back
others come back distorted and unrecognizable
A few come back as music never to be forgotten
some are gone quickly, others linger long after your gone
You speak in the cave hoping to hear it back
But you never know who else is listening
or what they will be hearing from it